Have my hands always stained with blood
I wield knives every day
The torn breasts of my friends
Served on the night dinner's plate

Are you nothing?
You have to hold your knife inside
Who wants too many
Is destined to die

(Chorus)
Fattened pigs
Become depressed eunuchs
The forest turning close
When night falls

A relentless devourer
I pounce on preys at night
Tear flesh with raised bones
On bed remain ground beef

Are you nothing?
You have to hold your knife inside
Who wants too many
Is destined to die

(Chorus)
Fattened pigs
Become depressed eunuchs
The forest turning close
When night falls
Mouth wide open
Ready to taste
Strip the flesh off the bones
When night falls

I feel sorrow, like a naked harlot
Conscious to die
Alone, in her tragic solitude
I portrait myself, so I wither

Are you nothing?
You have to hold your knife inside
Who wants too many
Is destined to die

(Chorus)
Fattened pigs
Become depressed eunuchs
The forest turning close
When night falls
Mouth wide open
Ready to taste
Strip the flesh off the bones
When night falls